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<p>Sometimes my heart becomes overwhelmed by the perversion of our culture.   My three boys are outgrowing trains and stepping into cleats. It is a fact.  We are raising football players.  Die. Hard. Football. Fans. On the weekends, they beg to watch games and of course we want to let them. But the commercials!  Lord, help &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/12/07/a-fight-for-purity/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></

<p>There was a priest named Zechariah and he had a wife and her name was Elizabeth.  But they had no child because Elizabeth was barren, and both were advanced in years. He was chosen to enter the temple of the Lord to burn incense.  And there appeared to him an angel of the Lord.  Luke &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/11/28/your-game-changing-baby/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>You yourselves are like living stones are being built up as a spiritual house, to be a holy priesthood, to offer spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ. 2 Peter 2:5 My mother had an obsession with real estate.  Many Sunday afternoons as a little girl I spent in the back of a gold Chevrolet Caprice Classic (without &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/10/28/a-home-that-lasts/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&

<p>I stood at the counter, preparing sandwiches for three little lunch boxes. Ethan, who is six and extremely eager, is my big helper.  And a highly opinionated helper, at that. &#8220;Mom, I really want you to cut my sandwich into a heart for tomorrow.&#8221; He opens the bottom cabinet and rummaged through a small, red &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/09/25/when-cookie-cutters-wont-cut-it/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rar